Harley hated getting shot, for obvious reasons, and the fact that it was just plain annoying. So when her mostly peaceful night ended up with a goverment agent shooting her in the leg, she was pretty annoyed.
She had barely managed to get to a safe roof top before the cops could get another round in her. Slowly she ripped the bottom of her t-shirt, and painfully wrapped it around her upper thigh.
Shit.
If that goverment agent hadn't tried to interfere, well she would be in this position. Feeling that for the moment she was safe, Harley sat down against a chimney, why did this always have to happen? Trying to shake off the nauseous feeling Harley tighten the make shift tunic to suppress the bleeding. She took off her mask and let off a deep sigh, watching her breath turn white in the cold air. How the hell was she going to get home in this condition?
Harley didn't know how long she was sitting there thinking of a way to get home; her train of thought was interrupted when she heard the foot steeps. Slowly she reached down and pulled out her knife and waited. The foot steeps stopped. Harley held her breath.
"Look I know you're out here, so let's make this easy and just come out now." A familiar voice called out.
Yah, thought Harley. Like that's going to happen. As she tried to support her weight on her good leg.
"Ok." He called out again. "I know you're injured, and highly doubt that you'll be able to get away this time so just come out."
The sad thing was, he was right, there was no way in hell she was getting out of this one, but giving up so easily was not something Harley did. She put her knife back in her sheath but instead of surrendering herself she pulled out a small black pellet. And quickly threw it around the chimney, instantly the pellet exploded into a puff of black smoke. Harley ducked back behind the chimney and pulled her mask back over her mouth; seconded later a large figure emerged out of the smoke. Harley reached down, not for her knife but her glock, fasten to her ankle.
The figure, now more visible stopped coughing, "god-"cough, cough. "dammit."
Harley straitened up, leaning against the chimney, and raised her gun at the man's back, she cocked back the hammer. "Really think I'm going to give up so fast then, do yah?"
The figure turned around, Captain America looked Harley dead in the eyes. "Look I don't want to fight you." He said.
"Ok then." Harley said. "Then this will be easy."
Captain America sighed. "You don't have to live like this," he said. "I don't understand why you keep running, I mean-"
Harley growled, "I have my reason."
Captain America took a step forward, but Harley grip tightened. "I swear I'll shot you."
"No you won't." Captain America said, almost laughing.
Harley, pissed as hell fired off two bullet landing a mere inches from his head. Captain America jumped, staring at Harley with shock. "I told you. I would s-." Suddenly a sharp pain hit her arm, and everything started to go grey, Harley was barely notice that her gun had slipped out of her hand, fuck
Far in the distance Harley could hear Captain American shouting, but never could make out the words before she fell unconscious.